We made our way from Seefin over to Seefingan via a well trodden and boggy track. The surrounding countryside was obscured by the mist and we tramped on until the megalithic tomb loomed out of the mist ahead of us. Here we parted company with our companion and his terrior who were stopping off for a bit of lunch, we made our way due south with the intention of following fire-breaks down through the wood to the forrest roads, but after several dead-ends we opted to climb again to the tree-line and follow it back to the original track we took up to Seefin. One such dead end did allow me a moment in th mist with the firs looming large and vague around me and the pure silence peculiar to such weather brought me back to when my grandfather and I followed the hounds on foot, early on a Saturday morning in South Tipp, down a muddy lane and into a field where a small copse of trees would hover indistincly, and silently in the mist. Then there would be a fantastic hullabaloo as the horses and hounds thundered out of the fog followed by the ethereal silence once again as they moved on to the next draw. I am not a fan of fox hunting but I do appreciate those memories, though I was a reluctant participant at the time :-) Linkback: https://mountainviews.ie/summit/92/comment/1306/